Deep Sea Embers Chapter 92: Endless guessing
Morris sighed.
"When those of us who were digging in history tried our best to come to the high wall of annihilation, and spent our lives searching for cultural relics, comparing classics, and wanting to glimpse the scenery opposite the high wall, we It's such a bizarre thing to face."
The old man's face was full of exhaustion and depression, as if he was a traveler who had traveled for most of his life. At the end of the journey, he still couldn't see the end and had to accept the reality.
"The history before the Great Annihilation is fragmented and contradictory. The records between different city-states are like bizarre stories, or incompatible dreams... There is no conclusive evidence to prove which record is correct. Or there is a theory that can bring these contradictory things together."
Duncan didn't speak for a while, because his thoughts were up and down like the waves, and in these incredible "unofficial fragments" described by Morris, he seemed to be experiencing a baptism of information storm.
As a "foreigner" who has experienced the information age and has a good ability to associate, he can imagine or guess something from the description of the other party——
The dome covering the entire continent may be some kind of artificial ecological device, an energy system with the same source as the sun, relying on substances in seawater as fuel, which may be fusion technology.
A giant ship sailing in the void, powered by capturing dust and gas clouds in space, this may be one or several colonial starships.
As for the so-called dream of the devil... the sea that came from the dream to reality... It was hard for him to imagine what it was for a while, but it sounded like a fantasy concept, which was different from the technology in the previous two periods of history. A completely different atmosphere.
He could find explanations or conjectures for many things, but none of these things could ever be pieced together.
As Morris said, they are more like separate dreams, sketching completely different "prehistory".
Contradictory and broken, it is completely useless to recreate the world as it was before the Great Annihilation.
"Perhaps your statement is correct, there is a 'horizon limit' on the key event of the Great Annihilation," Morris' voice came from across the counter, interrupting Duncan's thoughts, the old man held his forehead, In a low tone, "We cannot observe the 'event' across the horizon, so the history before the Great Annihilation is a concept that can never be traced to us."
Looking at Morris, who was full of emotion, Duncan's thoughts still didn't stop. Gradually, he came up with a rather bold idea: "Then... what if these records are all true?"
Morris raised his eyes and looked at Duncan with some surprise: "Oh?"
"If these records are all true, is the history recorded by each city-state or each race really what they perceive as the 'world before the Great Annihilation'?" Thinking said, "Maybe our ancestors 10,000 years ago really came from completely different 'hometowns' and had completely different civilizations? The Great Annihilation trapped these exiles from different worlds in this sea. , and the descendants of the exiles reluctantly recorded what they knew before the civilization inheritance was completely cut off, and after 10,000 years, it became a 'contradictory history' that troubled scholars..."
His thoughts became active, he paused and then continued: "Maybe the essence of the Great Annihilation is not the end of the world, but a 'big teleportation'?"
Morris looked at Duncan in surprise, and suddenly said: "...Conjecture of the Brock Bendis School? World Drift? This is a relatively unpopular school. Did your research on ancient history turn out to be so deep?"
He said this in admiration, but Duncan was a little confused: Listening to this, someone has already thought of this possibility? !
He blinked, but he didn't let his surprise be revealed, he just pretended to follow the topic: "It's all scattered knowledge, but I like this conjecture very much."
"I like that conjecture too—though it's unpopular," Morris shook his head, "but like all conjectures, we don't have proof, so it's just a conjecture.
"The Clark School once hypothesized that the warp's interference with the real world distorted all historical records, the Velentim School believed that the world before the Great Annihilation was an infinite number of isolated lattices, and the people of the city-state of Bologna even believed that the Great Annihilation The previous world did not exist at all, and all records of prehistoric history are hallucinations created by shadows in the warp...
"It shouldn't be said, even some heretical cults have their own understanding of world history. The missionaries of the end who worship the warp firmly believe that the end of the world has actually begun, and they are chasing and swallowing them along the long river of history. Our civilization, the historical records of the contradictions of various city-states are the result of the real history being gradually torn apart by the warp. The Great Annihilation is a barrier that blocks the end of the world. After the Great Annihilation, the history is gradually polluted and torn apart. The day the whole world fell into the warp..."
The more Duncan listened, the more shocked he became. After a long time, he shook his head subconsciously: "I didn't know there were so many bizarre assumptions..."
"Ordinary people don't dabble in this field, and the study of history is, after all, a dangerous thing in the occult," Morris said, "but one reason is obvious: if there are thousands of Scholars who have spent hundreds or even thousands of years groping for hundreds or even thousands of years in a field with nowhere to go must have come up with all the hypotheses they can."
Duncan slowly understood what the old man meant.
For these people who have really spent their whole lives in the piles of books and cultural relics, it is very simple to put forward a hypothesis that can explain the current situation. As scholars, what they lack has never been imagination and vision.
What they lack is evidence, evidence that can prove any hypothesis.
"...Is there no evidence left?" Duncan asked, "Any 'material evidence' from the history before the Great Annihilation that can prove that some of the 'unofficial' claims are true, is there not a single one?"
"It hasn't been discovered so far," Morris said slowly, "10,000 years, plus the dark ages in between, countless city-states have risen and fallen in the boundless sea, and it is too hard to have anything left from the ancient times. What survives is either unreliable manuscripts from unreliable sources, or stories passed down by word of mouth, and these things themselves may have changed their appearance early in the process."
Duncan did not speak for a while.
In the depths of his spirit, on the distant homeless ship, the waves are gently rolling, the boundless sea, as always, covers the whole world.
also covers all possible truths.
He couldn't help sighing: "It's really a difficult thing to study ancient history."
"Yes, we have to face not only the fragmented 'years', but also the status quo of emptiness," Morris sighed, "In such a limited land as a city-state ~IndoMTL.com~ can excavate If something was found, it would have been dug up long ago, and if it can’t be dug up, it means that something that can prove our history is hidden in a place that mortals cannot reach.”
"Like the bottom of the ocean?" Duncan said suddenly.
"Under the sea? Ha, what a terrifying and bold statement," Morris laughed, "but this is really the only thought left by many historians who have come to an end... There is evidence at the bottom of the sea, There are mountains of cultural relics, cities of ancient civilizations, and ruins that can explain everything, but what's the use? When we dive down, we can only touch the shadows, and mortals cannot touch the deepest part of the world. "
Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and then said: "But this does lead to another conjecture... Although it is not a school, there are many people who speculate that the lost 'old world' in history is actually a Beneath the sea level of the Infinite Sea, even precisely positioned at a certain 'depth' between the deep ocean and the spiritual world—the world before the Great Annihilation slumbered at that depth."
"Why do you say that?" Duncan was a little curious, and this pretentious but unfounded assumption aroused his interest.
Morris thought for a while and explained: "Because many broken ancient histories mention that the world before the Great Annihilation had a 'starry sky' covering the four fields, and as we all know, the 'starry sky' is in the deep sea and the spiritual world. on the interface."
Duncan nearly choked on his own saliva: "Cough...ah?"
"Are you all right?" Morris was taken aback by Duncan's reaction, "It shouldn't be incredible..."
"I'm fine, but I was so fascinated by it that I choked," Duncan waved his hand quickly, "The starry sky is between the deep sea and the spiritual world, of course I know, of course I know..."